MINE EYES HAVE SEEN THE GLORY OF THE COMING OF THE LORD

[1]
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
he is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
he has loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword:
his truth is marching on.

[2]
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
he is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment seat:
O be swift, my soul, to answer him; be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

[3]
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
with a glory in his bosom which transfigures you and me;
as he died to make men holy, let us live to make men free,
while God is marching on.

[4]
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave;
he is wisdom to the mighty; he is succour to the brave:
so the world shall be his foot-stool, and the soul of time his slave:
our God is marching on.